We dropped Steve off at the hotel and started our hour and a half drive home. About 20 miles from the house, Tony asked me for his phone - which he had handed to me as we walked into the restaurant. I reached in my purse and only found my phone. I started calling his phone, thinking that it was in the car somewhere. Nope. Nowhere to be found. :( So now I'm trying to playback in my mind and remember my every step. We had went to Carrabba's, then to Starbucks [which ended up being closed, but we did get out of the car there], then to the hotel, and then to a gas station. There was no telling when I actually lost it. In my prayer journal that night I prayed "Lord, please let it be found by someone that will call my phone and return it to us with ease. Please keep it safe and cozy wherever it may be." May sound like a silly prayer to you, but it was prayed with all sincerity and faith. And this afternoon I drove back up to Carrabba's restaurant to pick up Tony's phone. You know where it stayed the night ... in a safe. Lord, thank you so very much for keeping Tony's cell phone in a "safe" place last night - literally!!
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